"Dean!" The scream ripped itself from your throat before you could stop yourself.
The demon behind him ripped it's blade out from his back. Your blood ran cold when you noticed Dean cough and a dribble of blood ran onto his chin. You hardly even registered Sam slicing the demon to pieces before falling to his knees beside his brother.
He was collapsed on the ground before you could catch him him, but when you did you picked up his head, laying it in your lap. You were talking to him, trying to wipe away the blood on his cheek.
"Dean stop it this isn't funny anymore. Wake up. C'mon Dean." You were crying in his body, Sam beside you was punching the walls, praying to Castiel.
You had your hands in his hair, you knew that it bugged him normally but you needed the assurance. He was still alive, he was still warm, and still bleeding. This is it, this is the end. You know Dean can't recover in such a short time. These were your last moments with him.
"I love you, I've loved you for a long time. But not long enough." You brushed away the hair plastered to his forehead from sweat.
He started to feel colder and you were raked by another fit of violent sob. Suddenly everything got cold to you to, but you recognized that as the arrival of an angel, more than likely Castiel.
You looked up in desperation, his face was grim. "Please", you shuddered out, more tears falling onto your lovers body. You turned back down to him, face undeniable doused with salty liquid.
Your hand went through his hair, shaking in a way you couldn't control. It caressed his face, raising his head so that you could press another frantic kiss to his forehead. "Please Dean, come back to me."
You closed your eyes, pressing your forehead to his. "I know it's as cliché as love at first sight but I've loved you for so long. Longer than before I ever told you. I loved you. And I haven't even had you that long, but now your leaving. Please Dean, stay here. Stay here with me." You continued to mutter to his body as you pressed your face into his chest, bunching a fistful of his shirt in your fist. As a final goodbye, your other hand ceased its movement, sliding down to rest on his chest, right over his heart.
"Don't stop", you looked up when the chest you were laying on rumbled deeply.
Dean's face was somewhat repaired. Butterfly bandages were scattered where needed and his face was bruised to hell, but he was still smiling like the cheeky bastard he was. It made your heart flutter and your stomach flip.
You grappled a pair of fistfuls of his shirt and planted a smacker on his lips, a scared but passionate one. Dean returned it fully, but weakly. You backed off, releasing his shirt and smoothing it down with your own delirious grin.
Castiel was standing over him, proud smile playing on his face. I breathed deeply, more tears shedding. You released a breathless laugh.
"You know your going to have to do that more often", Dean chuckled as Sam and I helped him stand. His brother gave him a long, tight hug.
"Which part", you asked quietly as he came to take you in his arms.
"Probably the part about you loving me. Little bit of my head in your lap and then you straddling me." He wiggled his eyebrows, and then leant his head towards yours. "And a lot, of that breathlessly making out."
You laughed and playfully slapped his chest, "Shut up."
"I love you."
"I love you too."